30 Missed Calls Novels & Stories

I huffed, crossing my arms and glaring at him. “I’ll do that in the future if you start listening to me, but for now, you are as stubborn as a mule so get into the car so we can leave.” “But…” “No but’s missy. Get into the car, don’t let me repeat myself.” He cut in, staring at me. Once again, I pouted and got into the car, mumbling a few under my breath. By the time we got back to his house, it was already late and I had left my phone at his house which proved to be a very big mistake because picking the phone and seeing about forty missed calls, most of them from Liam by the way, made me drop the phone. My eyes widened as I stared at the amount of calls I had. My stomach twisted. Forty mis

He said in finality, and my heart dropped as he released me. Fuck him! I wanted to scream into his ears that I wasn’t offering him. I wanted him to take it. By force. But instead I walked to the corner of the room and took my phone out, only to fix my eyes on the screen, stunned. Mom. 10 missed calls Dad. 5 missed calls. A total of 15 missed calls. Well, is the world coming to an end? My grip tightened around my phone a bit as I found no missed calls from Neil.

It made every inhale of breath feel like a tiresome labour I just wanted to go home, fall into my soft bed, and cocoon myself with warm blankets. The cab driver took a turn, heading towards my home, I unzipped my handbag and turned on my phone, desperate to call my best friend and tell her about everything that had happened today. But when I switched on my phone, there was a missed call from Mr Voss Correction: Missed calls. Plural. Not one or two or even three But seven. Seven missed calls!

As soon as I emerged from the meeting, Beta Luke approached me once again, handing over my phone. Unlocking it, I discovered that I had missed numerous calls during the meeting, adding an element of urgency to the situation. "30 missed calls?" At this point, I was bothered. Ava would never call me that way. "Did you pick up this call?" I interrogated, my gaze swiftly shifting to Beta Luke. "No... I didn't, Alpha Reynolds!" He stuttered as he explained to me. Just then, a sense of urgency coursed through my veins as I called the number again and placed the phone to my ear. The need for a swift response heightened the tension in the air.

My stomach dropped. It felt like I’d missed a step on a staircase and was falling. I swiped the screen open. My thumb was shaking so bad I mistyped my passcode twice. 27 missed calls. All from Piper. The first one was at 6:00 AM. I looked at the time in the corner of the screen. 9:14 AM. Three hours. She had been calling me for three hours. Piper didn’t call three times. Piper didn’t call ten times. If Piper was calling me twenty-seven times before nine in the morning, the world had ended.

He responded by putting on the clothing that had been thrown near his bed. "Okay," I changed into my clothes and exited his room, returning to my own. Leaving his room and entering my own, I realized I'd left my phone in my room when I got up. Oh, shit. There were 17 missed calls. On unlocking the phone, there were 10 missed calls from Harsh, three missed calls from Mr. Shinde, and four missed calls from Ashish. It entirely blew the color of my face away when I saw Harsh's missed call. Since last evening, I haven't spoken to Harsh even once. Now I'm not sure what I'll say if he asks.

"...are you admitting I'm still funny?" "You got one laugh." "I got three." "I was being polite." "Liar." I pointed my pen at him. "Don't push your luck." "I like pushing my luck." "I noticed." For a moment, we simply smiled at each other. Then My phone vibrated violently across the desk. I frowned. Thirty two missed calls. My stomach dropped. "Sarah." "What?" "It's after nine." I looked at the clock on the wall. 9:17 p.m. "Oh my God."

Alaric exclaimed with my phone in his hand. "What?" Darby asked him. "A hundred and two missed calls, thirty-eight messages and forty pending voice messages!" "It's not my intention to ignore her." "Dude, I know it's messed up but you can't keep her waiting for a wolf that ain't coming back yo." Alaric said as he bounced a tennis ball off the wall. "Oooh! Look! Sexy neighbor is undressing!" Dylan exclaimed as he bit at his lower lips and everyone just stared at him. "What?" "Tell her." Darby insisted. I stared at the screen of my phone, "what am I going to do?"

'You missed a call from Bun❤ (80)' 'You missed a call from Brother (53)' 'You missed a call from Mom (72)' 'You missed a call from Ryan (22)' 'You missed a call from Uncle Vincent (18)' 'You missed a call from Uncle James (12)' 'You missed a call from Madison (18)' 'You missed a call from Marcus (25)' My brows automatically furrowed. My head is still in a mess and now looking at my phone with so many missed calls added up. This is new, I got confused and worried at the same time. Something must've happened for them to call me like this.

The first was Damond, why the fuck did he have to call me almost fourthy times just from yesterday till today, was he a fucking psychopath? “Hmmmmmmm! Thirty six missed calls,” Bethany exclaimed loudly, Her eyes bent over into my phone screen. I hadn't even realized she had her eyes down on my phone until I heard her gasp. “Fuck Jesus, Bethany!” I called out in shock. “Ohhh sorry,” she smiled sheepishly at me. “Why will you ignore Damonds call till it gets to that amount!? She had her eyes glued to me as she spoke, I was trying my very best to cook up an answer for her when Damond ran over to our side.